Friends, bloggers and countrymen, I came not to bury websites, but to praise them.
To blog or not to blog, that is the question.
It was the best of blogs, it was the worst of blogs.
It was a dark and stormy blog.
SIGH! Blogger's block! I am having trouble coming up with an opening sentence.
I thought it would be easy to write this posting, it is a milestone after all. Maybe, I could have hired a belly dancer to liven up the celebration. Or maybe, I could have had a guest blogger like Alfred E. Newman. Perhaps, I could get a bunch of the ol' boys from W.Va. and have a real hoe-down!
On the first anniversary of my blog, I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge all of the readers and commenters who have stopped by during the year. Of course, it is to those who return day after day, that I am most grateful.
My posting, No.500, which curiously dealt with celebrating my 500th post, was in a way a preamble to the anniversary. Without going out on a limb, I can honestly say that the bloggers I have "met" and with whom I've swapped comments, I can call friends. I'd like to think that if we met in person, we would also be friends.
So, rather than praise myself and my accomplishment of blogging for a year, instead I will praise all of you. Without your patronage, none of his would have been possible.
I have found by skimming through my archives, that I have inadvertantly left behind a journal of sorts. While a lot of my postings are irreverent, there is a smattering of my life in chronological order, detailed in a way that my memory would not be able to reconstruct. I had forgotten that last winter the Boston area received nearly a hundred inches of snow. I didn't remember the setbacks that confounded me when I worked on our bathroom, or replaced floor boards in the back hall. I can recall the joy and beauty of my daughter's wedding, but the details of the things that went wrong leading up to her special day were fuzzy at best.
I didn't realize that inspite of myself, my blog in part has become an autobiography. Despite trying to write in complete anonymity, I have actually succeeded in baring my soul. Who I am, what I am, and where I am coming from can all be found in the words that have appeared on this site. At times persnickety, but always innocuous, this shell of a body harbors a clown. In another life, I might have been a court jester. In still another, there might have been a travelling minstrel. In this life? I am a man who tries to be funny, always looking for the lighter side of an otherwise overcast existence.
In the year to come, bear with me, laugh with me, laugh at me, but above all else - laugh at yourself. I do. You know what? It works! I have confidence, you readers gave it to me, that the year to come will be rife with guffaws, giggles, grins, and best of all - smiles.